Quotes by Émile Zola, La Faute de l'abbé Mouret

“For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides,...”

“There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the ...”

“He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.”